Blair accelerated and hurried upstairs. She opened her suitcase, took out her umbrella, and then hurried back down.

When she joined Miller and they were about to leave, she heard the old granny ask her son, “I think something is not right. Son, is there a rainstorm?”

Her son was busy cooking in the kitchen as they still had some guests.

He was too busy prodding the fire with a poker to notice his mother’s mumbles.

After some hesitation, Blair suggested, “Miller, the old granny said there might be a rainstorm. This is the mountain area. How about we—”

Before she could finish speaking, Miller cut her off. He was slightly annoyed by her and the granny’s superstitious nature.

“You have an umbrella, don’t you? If there really is a rainstorm, we can take shelter from rain.” He grabbed her wrist and led her to catch up to his colleagues.

reluctance, she chose

path up the hill. After dozens of minutes, they saw a clear stream. The water was so clear that

“I told you. The weather forecast said clearly that there would be no

in the mountain area for so many years. I think she can tell more about the weather than the weather department

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glance at her and snorted inwardly, ‘It’s true what they say-the prettier a woman is, the dumber she

karma or nature itself gave him a tight slap in his face. Several dark clouds soon blocked the sun and threatened to release

and cried inwardly,

umbrella out of

their faces hard. Not a single person from the men had brought an umbrella, and only

unable to

shoulders with one arm, Miller held her umbrella with the other, guiding her forward in

struggled at first, but soon gave up and let

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